I get inspiration, a lot of times, from very commonplace things that just strike a chord and develop themselves in the subconscious.

He removed his unvaluable valuables and dumped his shirt, pants, and skivvies into a letter slot.

Adults are the real monsters.

The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.

Readers have a loyalty that cannot be matched anywhere else in the creative arts, which explains why so many writers who have run out of gas can keep coasting anyway, propelled on to the bestseller lists by the magic words AUTHOR OF on the covers of their books.

Don't look back, never look back. How often do people tell themselves that after an experience that is exceptionally good (or exceptionally bad?)? Often, I suppose. And the advice usually goes unheeded. Humans were built to look back; that's why we have tat swivel joint in our necks.